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Post by black on Dec 21, 2012 10:47:32 GMT 9.5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500; ,bTable][atrb=valign, top] ..::waiting for the sunrise, waiting for the day [/style][atrb=align, right][style=width:355; font-family:arial; font-size:10; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;margin-top:4px; padding-right:10;]Black paced back and forth in front of the road that lead to the Unovian Elite Four. Every few steps he would peek at the door, nerves setting in. He was so close. Only one more badge before could officially challenge the greats and finally become one himself. He would have been able to do it a long time ago, but he had been so busy helping White with work, his dream unfortunately fell to the wayside. Things were complicated.
Poka watched as it's trainer walked back and forth, completely stunned by the sight. Black was speechless. There was no declaration to the heavens that he was going to win. There was no throwing his dreams in people's faces everywhere he turned. He was just...unsure of it all. It was strange and completely out of character for the young trainer. He had done nothing for the past 10 years than make a fool out of himself happily declaring that he was going to be the greatest trainer in the entire world and he believed it to...so why was he hesitating now? He could really use White right now, where was she? He could use some motivation or at the very least he could use a good talking to from Bianca or Cheren. They were his best friends after all. They should be here.
He took a deep breath and for the first time in his life, he felt unsure about his dream. Does he really have what it takes to defeat the Elite Four and the Champion of the Unova region? The boy rubbed the back of his neck and sat down on a nearby bench next to Poka. "Poka, I think we have a problem..." Resting his elbows on his knees and slumping forward into his hands, Black sat there completely unsure of himself. Nerves that had been resting below the surface of his core were finally rising up and taking over his mind. It was too much.
The pig Pokemon scooted closer to his trainer, resting his head against his arm. It was all he could do to try to cheer Black up.
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Post by HUGH C. TREASACH on Dec 24, 2012 12:25:07 GMT 9.5
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Hugh ruffles the feathers of the Braviary beneath him and it begins to descend, toward the Unovan League Hall to end their flight. The building grows larger as the ground draws closer, and Hugh leans to the side slightly, scanning the area with his red eyes before he takes note of something. There’s someone else out here, strangely enough, along with a large fire-type pokemon that the teen easily identifies as an Emboar. ”Zephyr, bank to the right, head toward the person down there would you?” The pokemon lets a chirp-like sound come from his throat before he turns, accepting Hugh’s request and flying towards the person he too spots now.
The bird lands upon the ground, back to the League building as he folds his wings, letting the trainer off his back. I came here to train, after all. Hugh thinks, hands finding their way into his pockets after he returns his pokemon, Maybe this trainer would be interested as well. Why else would you come to Victory Road? Hugh shakes his head as he draws closer, putting the thought of a challenge at the back of his mind until he greets them properly.
He comes within ten feet of the other male and his pokemon before recognition clicks. He’s seen that face in Kyouhei’s house – more specifically in the pictures scattered here and there in each room. Though he’d never met his friend’s brother, he’d heard and read plenty. ”Kyouhei always said you would jump straight into any challenge, I’m kind of surprised you’re out here rather in there.” Hugh jerks his head toward the League building not too far in the distance. ”Hugh Treasarch. You’re Black, right?”
If he wasn’t, then he definitely had one heck of a resemblance to him.
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[classy=leo]tags soul as black
notes hope I understood your location choice clearly - I kinda pictured the part just in the front of the League building where you come out of VR in BW2[/classy] |
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